I rolled my eyes, pushing past her. "Thanks." She didn't give me much detail on where they went, but I'm guessing it's outside because I can't see either of them inside. Muttering about why I don't have a jacket, I push open the door.

"What are you doing?" I ask warily. Ricky and Rob are laughing a lot and there's muffled yells coming from somewhere. Jake spots me and sits up.

"Cherry!" he exclaims, "We were playing Truth or Dare-"

"Where's Ryan?" I interrupt. Ricky stops laughing and looks at the ground. My eyes widen. "Oh, God," I say, "You put him in that bin over there, didn't you?"

No answer. "Ricky!" I shout, furious. He looks up, seeming confused. "He's claustrophobic!" I continue, "How can you do such a thing? To your own brother too!"

"Rob did it!" yells Ricky, "And besides, it's only a laugh!"

Suddenly, the cries coming from the bin stop. Ricky looks worried and runs over to it, with me close behind. He pushes off the thing on top of it and opens the bin.

"Cherry," he says quietly, "Go get my mum. Now."

"What's happened?" I ask, panicked. I look into the bin. I almost scream. "Oh God," I whisper, "Ryan." He's unconscious.

"Get my mum!" Ricky repeats, starting to pull his brother out of the bin.

I can't move. I'm frozen. "Ryan..." I reach out to touch him but quickly stop. He's covered in blood. What was in that bin? "Ricky!"

"I know, I know," he says, "Look, stay here. I'm going to get mum." I nod and he runs off into the house.